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This is a demo we are working on of Renegade
still tradin verses
Hulkshare.com L!VE_Sharoyce-Renegade_2010.mp3
weapon x killer- they label me uncanny
how could they be family when they do not understand me
I'm rocket science in thought- anomoly to fans
Before I fall at hand- I'd kill at will/wheel like Brandy
Maybe i aint estragen- maybe I'm too manly
for that soda pop and candy- the stanky legs and Khaleds
I'm magic on the stage- packin fitted caps with rabbits
I decapitate- I would hate to amputate a bastard
who tryna tug the chordles from my vast grip?
I'm all hiphop got- I save that bitch like the last kiss
last dance for private Ryan fore he hit with tactics
by the task force-
never talk shit to the bad boy
Misunderstood bitch my embreyo was crooked
my premature form was how the splice shit was lookin
But I'll never change sexes-you battlin a fella
with his third eye peepin at the gat up on the dresser
I'm the mothafuckin Royce Ant-boy with flamboyance
embedded in his bloodstream- so how can you dust em
He's alienated himself from hoes- so how could you abduct em
It more than the scrilla and the hall of fame obductions
This L!ve
and im here I'm hoping that I can stay
no im just playing im bustin the door down, so get away
everybody is comparing me to who I could be
like any body up and coming cant do their own thing
na na
a couple questions that i got for mcs
do they listen to themselves when they make mp3s
because the trash that they're polluting through the songs that they bring
is only bringing down the industry, the songs that i sing,
im getting.. hits and requests for cds all day
Its rocketship rap the way my songs are blasted away
i got my enemies looking at me
they bowing to pray
they praying for my downfall before i even get away.
but hey
im not stopping you
im glad that you're here
but when you looking at me
all i see back
looking at me is fear
so I
continue walking on this path all alone
till I'm home
I'm not looking back, im in another zone
i've tried to postpone when i take over the throne
putting off time, but it wont ever leave me alone
sharoyce
and L!VE here,
as we setting the tone
we like some hard liquor
you could never take us alone
pause.
who am i kidding, i was sent on a mission
to bring back what i love
and kill these corny morticians
i put the key in the ignition
perfection through repetition
all the hate that they throwing
i use it as ammunition
oh and.
If I die before I wake
I go out like a soldier
Tell Alfred fix my cap
and let the world know that i was gaurdian
night sovereign
of hiphop
restorin the funk like Parliament
Rap caught its death when it left us out the argument
Feel like a diety who waits to be a god again
we spar like spartans for historic acknowledgement
we deeper than the diary of Ghandi gets
We the freshest specimens of homo erectus
nuttin on the breast backsides and the dresses
nobody got a lesson to teach me-I'm wreckless
hardknock schoolin niggas- give me the breakfast
I break wind and breakneck speed with the lip
niggas start to bitch- I got the bang on my hip
Storyboard without the triptic boy its like this
how you gon spit against mist- nigga I'm pensive
http://www.lilwaynehq.com/forums/tha-studio/15453-little-son-late-as-promised.html
http://www.lilwaynehq.com/forums/tha-studio/15082-dreezy-baby-god-in-me-no-dj.html
still tradin verses
Hulkshare.com L!VE_Sharoyce-Renegade_2010.mp3
weapon x killer- they label me uncanny
how could they be family when they do not understand me
I'm rocket science in thought- anomoly to fans
Before I fall at hand- I'd kill at will/wheel like Brandy
Maybe i aint estragen- maybe I'm too manly
for that soda pop and candy- the stanky legs and Khaleds
I'm magic on the stage- packin fitted caps with rabbits
I decapitate- I would hate to amputate a bastard
who tryna tug the chordles from my vast grip?
I'm all hiphop got- I save that bitch like the last kiss
last dance for private Ryan fore he hit with tactics
by the task force-
never talk shit to the bad boy
Misunderstood bitch my embreyo was crooked
my premature form was how the splice shit was lookin
But I'll never change sexes-you battlin a fella
with his third eye peepin at the gat up on the dresser
I'm the mothafuckin Royce Ant-boy with flamboyance
embedded in his bloodstream- so how can you dust em
He's alienated himself from hoes- so how could you abduct em
It more than the scrilla and the hall of fame obductions
This L!ve
and im here I'm hoping that I can stay
no im just playing im bustin the door down, so get away
everybody is comparing me to who I could be
like any body up and coming cant do their own thing
na na
a couple questions that i got for mcs
do they listen to themselves when they make mp3s
because the trash that they're polluting through the songs that they bring
is only bringing down the industry, the songs that i sing,
im getting.. hits and requests for cds all day
Its rocketship rap the way my songs are blasted away
i got my enemies looking at me
they bowing to pray
they praying for my downfall before i even get away.
but hey
im not stopping you
im glad that you're here
but when you looking at me
all i see back
looking at me is fear
so I
continue walking on this path all alone
till I'm home
I'm not looking back, im in another zone
i've tried to postpone when i take over the throne
putting off time, but it wont ever leave me alone
sharoyce
and L!VE here,
as we setting the tone
we like some hard liquor
you could never take us alone
pause.
who am i kidding, i was sent on a mission
to bring back what i love
and kill these corny morticians
i put the key in the ignition
perfection through repetition
all the hate that they throwing
i use it as ammunition
oh and.
If I die before I wake
I go out like a soldier
Tell Alfred fix my cap
and let the world know that i was gaurdian
night sovereign
of hiphop
restorin the funk like Parliament
Rap caught its death when it left us out the argument
Feel like a diety who waits to be a god again
we spar like spartans for historic acknowledgement
we deeper than the diary of Ghandi gets
We the freshest specimens of homo erectus
nuttin on the breast backsides and the dresses
nobody got a lesson to teach me-I'm wreckless
hardknock schoolin niggas- give me the breakfast
I break wind and breakneck speed with the lip
niggas start to bitch- I got the bang on my hip
Storyboard without the triptic boy its like this
how you gon spit against mist- nigga I'm pensive
http://www.lilwaynehq.com/forums/tha-studio/15453-little-son-late-as-promised.html
http://www.lilwaynehq.com/forums/tha-studio/15082-dreezy-baby-god-in-me-no-dj.html
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